1, "Looking at Jiangnan" Song, Su Shi, spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to look up from the detached platform, spring water is half the city. Fog and rain darken thousands of people. After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.
2, "Cold food-cold food is a thing" Tang and Han Yi, the spring city is full of flowers, and the cold food is easterly. As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
Cold Food Festival
3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Tang, Bai Juyi, five bodies noisy trees, Qingming cold food who cries. The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places. I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
4, "Cold Food Poetry" five generations, Yun Biao, watching Guo Waichun eat cold food, savages everywhere. Look carefully, there are many new graves on the plain. The owners of these new graves must be half of all the graves last year.
5. Send money home to Tang and Wang Wei. Under a happy rule, there should be no hermit and intelligent and capable people should discuss it together. Even you, a mountain hermit, no longer imitate Boyi and Shu Qi Shu Qi to pluck hair. It's far from the military gate here, but you find that your dedication is invalid. You passed by JAC during the Cold Food Festival last year and stayed in Beijing. Buying wine on a long road, I will be left here by my friends soon. You are going to sail south, and you can detain your Chai Men in a few days. Led by distant trees, when lonely villages fall. When you were not hired, it was purely accidental. Don't think that this friend is rare!
An outdated festival (Qingming Festival) that started one or two days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, when only cold food is served for three days.
6, "Small Cold Food on the Ship" Tang, Du Fu, Jia's diet is still cold, wearing a crown. Spring water, rivers, so floating on the boat is like sitting in the clouds; My body is getting weaker and my eyesight is dim. Looking at the flowers on the shore is like a mist. The listless curtains saw butterflies flying by; Seagulls skimmed over the rapids. Standing in the direction of Tanzhou, looking north, looking straight at Chang 'an, the sky is like a white cloud, and there is a van parked there, suddenly worried.
7, "Nian Nujiao Chun Qing" Song, Li Qingzhao, gloomy courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.
8, "Cold Food" Tang, Meng Yunqing, in February, Jiangnan was full of flowers, and the cold food in the field was far from sad. Poor people often don't have fireworks, not only in the Ming Dynasty.